‘Twas the night before business school decision day, and at this point, I’m just glad to have a house.
Last night, I returned from perhaps one of the least logistically lucky trips of my career – two turbulent flights to and from NOLA: one cancelled, one significantly delayed – and found that the heater in my apartment had broken at some point during the last week. It was 40 degrees inside when I first called my landlord, and no warmer when he confirmed the diagnosis of a “broken induction fan,” or something. My room stayed cold all last night, and after a restless night bundled up in every blanket in the apartment, I promptly awoke and left for the warm respite of the Deloitte office.
Today, I luckily secured my most basic of human needs: the HVAC guy did a bang-up job. (W.C. deliberate; he fixed the heat but broke one of my Harry Potter bookends.) I sit now at the desk in my kitchen, listening to a Greatest of Stevie Wonder album and the occasional L passing by, in a balmy 70-degree heat, just having finished a simple dinner and showered after working out. I am now protected from the cold, with a full belly and luck that appears to be on the up-and-up.
The latter has hopefully arrived just in time. Tomorrow is the first day of business school decisions.
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